The Kimball graphic. (Kimball, Brule County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1883-1905, 1887-06-24
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violin MAS to accompany us. M
Bat. Margaret. you need rest.
Who not leave the violin here in sale
hands. and return to it retresked?" !
said hypocriticaily II should lose. in
d week all have toiled for through
months, she said. with reproach.
full glance; and 1 demnrred no longer.
slnf.aret then began to soiemnly
roll the instrument of torture in n
yard of flannel, cover it further win
my blanket and an old silk handker-
chief OF generous dimensions. draw n
green baiza bag over the resplendent
mahogany case, and fastening n shawl
strap round thr whole, declared it
ready for it's travels.
Ny fears tnat the fiddle would be
| marpiot throughout Our Journey were
| not without foundation. and | soon
| realized that as n trip for rest and
recreation ours was turning out a
i failure. From the start Margaret,
| bswilded and overwhelmed with ad-
! monitions every porter and railway
| official who laid hold OF the baize bag
with it's precious contents, watching
them with lynx eyes, ard trotsins
along beside any in whose glance
i cleaned the unlawful fire OF covetous-
ness.
At Rosenau there was a collision be-
tween the bai2e bag aud a iTass-naiied
i trunk, and hole was stove in the
sile OF the former. When Margaret
found a big scratch on the mahogany
case she sat down on truck and wept
openly. AS we were to tarry a few
days at Rosenau begged my compan-
ion to have a stout box OF common
wood made for the fiddle to continue
its journey in, and send the too mag
| nificent receptacle back to Munich.
i To this she consented, and when we
again set forth, the precious instru-
ment reposed in black pine box OF
gruesome shape. 1t was heavily and
and clumsily made. with a key rs big
as Mrs. Bluebeard's; it looked very
like small coffin; but it was cheap
and strong enough to resist any
amount OF ill.usage.
We stopped a fortnight or more at
Haidentield, in the Southern Tyrol; a
pretty, restful nook, with deep lake
4 walled in by cloud high mountains,
/ half-ruined monastery, about which
/ few spectral monks still hovered, and
an enticing maze OF walks through
/ heather fragrant pine. A place for
/ people not fiddle-ridden to enjoy every
| moment.
Margaret was not in a mood to en-,
1 joy the beauties OF nature, Evening
| after evening ! sat alone in our little
balcony, watching the icy crest OF the
Adlerberg flush an exquisite pink in
the setting sun, and pale again to sill
very white. l longed for my friends
ear into which to pour my extravav
CANT delight in this scene; but she was
IN the back room wrestling with Il
fagelot tone or some other intricacy
she feared might escape her.
l saw clearly that Margaret's vaca-
tion was doing her no good and WAS
uneasy for her health. The study Of
the violin is a great strain upon the
strongest nerves and Margaret had
always been rather delicate. We had
both fallen under a baletul, uncanny
influence, and devoutly wished that
Professor Mohr and Herr Bratwurst
might have played golden harps in
heaven before lashing Margaret into
this fiddle frenzy.
Willis my rival absorbed the great
or part OF Marparet's time, / was
forced to shift for myself and make
the most OF whatever amusement fell
in my way. A good-looking young
fellow, with curly black hair standing
straight up from his forehead, and the
merriest blue eyes ever saw, seemed
to understand my hard lot. and did
his best to ameliorate it.
Our acquaintance began by my in
advertently stepping Or him as he lay
half asleep in the shadow of some
hawthorn bushes. His name was
Herbert Stacy. He was sstudymg sculp.
ture, and he, too, was taking q holi-
day rest in the Tyrol. We happened
to have some friends In common, so
our acquaintance was quito proper,
and must confess that after it began
! felt a little less preyed upon by the
violin.
Margaret smiled benignly enough
on our incipient Irritation, but her
thoughts scared above us, and she
let let US take frequent rambles alone.
] knew that the Hadienses was
beautiful. intense blue. and that the
rhododendron covered the hard cheeks
OF the mountains with rich, lovely
blush, but did not seem half to mp.
preciate these elories till Mr. Stacy
pointed them out to me.
One day he told me. with evident
regret, that he was Obliged to set out
far Venice the next day, Queen Mar
gherita's birthday was approaching.
There was to be a fete OF unusual
magnlficence on the Grand canal, and
Mr.. Stay had promised some rela-
tives OF his to be with them during
this celebration. 1t was an odd fancy.
going to Nenile in the summer, but
the journey was not very long, and
their stay would be OF brief duration.
So Our little idyl was to end abrupt
ly, and should be left alone ngain.
We had quite an affecting parting;
Mr.. Stacy kissed my hand very ten
derly, III continental fashion which
liked very much. We exchanged souve-
Mrs. l gave him coin from my
bangle. and he presented me with u
hollywood bear supporting n ther-
mometer. The mercury in this was
defective, pointing always to sixty.
five degrees, whatever the changes OF
temperature, but priced it far above
my other treasures.
My uncle Robert was to be in Ven
ANc iot NtulS SdiIle lelG 4 Ilau lteAFu ana
SO gave his address to Mr.. Stacy,
thinking they might like to meet The
latter seemed pleased. and said he
y ould look up my relative without
fail. How wished Margaret and
might 60 tool But my slender purse
would not permit so expensive a jour
ney. Margaret could 90; but she, out
OF kindly consideration for me- always
cut her coat according to my meager
supply OF cloth, instead OF indulglng
In the ample garment her means al.
lowed.
After Herbert Stacy went. Haiden-
berg seemed nnhearably dull, and at
my request Margaret and | wandered |
to fresh pastureaa a lit tie farther South
Here received a letter which sent me
Soaring into the seventh heaven Of de,
light. Uncle Robert sent me a gener.
GUS check and Legged Margaret and
me to join ct Venice ior the fete His
wife's niece Miss Laurie, was with him,
and we should doubtless enjoy each
others society.
remembered Matlge Laurie as an
unconsci0aably llir., about three
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